Whimsical Academy discussion
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Hannah's bed
((I know I was thinking something like that when I put it in XD))
(lol, if you want to talk with them she's in the cafeteria with Alger)
((oh okay! Yeah I can have her come run into them again lol))
Hannah walked inside her dorm room after busting the lock with the stone in the scepter just because she felt like it, felt angry. After closing the door again, she flopped on her bed and kicked off her boots, laying and staring up at her dark canopy above her head. She raised one hand and let the illusion of a flower again come from her hand, and she flicked her wrist and sent hundreds of flower-illusions across the room.
That would be a funny trick. She sat upright. No, what would be funnier would be if she was the illusion. She flicked her wrist again, and the flowers vanished, but in a flash of gold, Hannah duplicated herself a few few times, so that she appeared to be sitting on Andronika's bed three times, on her own bed three times, and at each desk in the room.
She couldn't wait for her roommate to come in and freak out.
(She'll be more confused if anything)
((I'm still eager for the reaction lol))
Andronika walked down the hallway, she opened the door and stood there for a moment. She looked at all the duplicates, quite confused, she could tell which was real since the others didn't have strings of fate.
"Ummm, hello everyone," she said.
Andronika walked over to her bed, she jumped up and sat down in the middle of the three Hannahs. She looked at the real one,
"So you know, I can tell which is fake and real," she states, smiling.
She had gotten over the first shock and confusing and found it interesting and a bit funny.
"What?" In a flash of gold, the Hannahs vanished, leaving the real one seated on her bed, tossing a glowing blue cube up and down in her hand. "How?" She demanded, setting it aside with care one would use to touch delicate china or glass. "Nobody can tell!"
"I see love," "By use of fate strings, your the only one with a string," she says.
Andronika watched the three on her bed disappear, she crossed her legs, she looked at the cub and knew she had another staff thingy.
"That isn't yours is it?" she asked.
"Love?" Hannah scoffed. "That's ridiculous." Hannah was not a romantic and liked making fun of people who were. But it was also that Hannah genuinely was not attracted to people, and had come to accept that. "I don't feel romantic attraction," she bluntly stated to her roommate, and then saw Andronika's eyes drift to the tesseract. She grabbed it and slid it in a bag, her staff resting at the end of the bed. "Yeah, it is, now don't touch it."
Andronika just continued to smile, she doubted that Hannah had no attracted bone in her body.
"Everyone has it," she says with a shrug and watched at Hannah put away the cub.
Rolling onto her back, she rested her hands on her stomach and let one leg hang off the bed.
"Didn't want to, but note that you could get in trouble for having something that's your dads," she says.
"Has what? Love?" She scoffed. "Yeah, I used to only love my dad, now I'm not sure about that, either," she stated with a growl, giving the spear a kick. Hannah froze. "What? No, he gave it to me," she stated. "For this year."
Andronika had her eyes closed, and she was only half listening. Her breathing was soft and gentle, it was a wonder how she kept her emotions so under control and didn't lash out a people. She was quite easy going for the most part.
Hannah grunted, now more agitated at being ignored. "How do you even know this isn't mine? You have no way of telling."
"My mom taught me things," she replied, turning her head to look at Hannah with half asleep ocean blue eyes.
She looked back up at the ceiling, closing her eyes again, she didn't seem concerned with the fact that Hannah could try to kill her, like she said they were immortal after all.
"Well, those 'things' are causing you to get in my business," Hannah snapped. "And I said I didn't like that."The dark-haired girl looked at the scepter and then at Andronika, who looked so peaceful there, eyes closed. She could easily mind control her with the scepter, get the truth from her, and then release her.
She thought about it for a second, but her dad was already furious with her for doing something she was convinced he would have done, too, and if he received word she had been in trouble or kicked out for this, then she almost feared what he'd do. Send her somewhere magic wasn't allowed at all? That was even worse possibility than being here was.
So she rolled onto her side with frustration.
"I know, but you said that's my stereotype," she replied, and snickered.
Andronika got up from her bed, she grabbed a pair of sweat pants and a larger white shirt. She went into the bathroom, taking a quick shower. Changing into comfortable clothing, she dried her hair and put it up into a messy bun, she was in need of comfortable clothing at the moment.
"Kind and loving and sweet? Yeah, it is," she snapped as the girl disappeared to the bathroom.
Andronika walked out of the bathroom, she wore her grey sweatpants and large white t-shirts. She tightened her messy bun, and jumped up onto her bed.
"You good?" she could tell Hannah was annoyed.
"You know I'm not good, since apparently you know everything about me?" In truth, she was annoyed and freaked out.
"I don't know everything," she said, "I can't see who the string is attached too unless they are in my view of sight," she protested.
Andronika wished she could see who the string was attached to, but that probably wouldn't happen, she rarely saw who the strings that attached. She also couldn't see her own string.
"Okay, well, I literally am not attracted to anyone, never have been," Hannah snapped. "So either it's attached to my freaking father, or nobody. Because familial love should count for something." Even as she said it, she was agitated. Did he even love her?
"I mean if your attracted, to your dad romantically," "Then maybe," she replied, giving her a strange look. She sat on her bed legs crossed and hands in her lap.
"Eew!" Hannah yelled. "What is wrong with you, that's disgusting! And no, I just thought maybe family counted."
"Nothings wrong with me, your the person that started all this," she said. "Also your the one that suggested it," "So I'm only answering it," she replied.
"Well I didn't know what your love threads did! I didn't know the conditions! I was just thinking maybe family counted!"
"They are call fate strings," she corrected her. "And if you want I can show up I'm not lying," Andronika stated.
She was able to show people their fate string, but like her they wouldn't be able to see who it led them to unless they were in their range of view.
"Then show me." She crossed her arms and raised a dark eyebrow. ((Also I think Hannah is aromantic so I'm not planning to have her with anyone))
(Sure, but she would still see a string, it would just be extremely thin) (Because she has little to no interest)
Andronika jumped down from her bed and walked over, she put a gentle hand on the crease of her brows. Her eyes glowed and Hannah could see a thin red string wrapped around her wrist.
((got it!))Hannah stared, jumping a little. "Wh--what is this, what are you doing?" She stared at the red string, and tried to pull it off with her other hand, but it didn't work. It was magic she hadn't seen before, and it was oddly invasive, making hr even more uncomfortable.
Andronika moved her hand and her eyes faded back to ocean blue, she climbed back over to her bed and hoped up on the edge,
"Everyone has a string," Andronika states.
"Why can't I feel it?" Hannah asked hoarsely.
"It's not physical, but emotional, so naturally you don't feel it," she explained, "If you felt attached to someone like very attached you would feel drawn to them, because of the string," she says.
Andronika loved sharing this, her brothers and father didn't care and her father had told her it was something she should ignore and worry more about how to fight. But her mother loved that it was something only she could see, and they talked about it all the time.
Hannah stared at her wrist, but it was bare. "That's...so strange," she finally finished. "I don't...what exactly do you do with it, why do you have such a power?"
"The same reason as my mom," "To help people feel wanted and loved outside their family," she said.
Andronika smiled at her, she had wanted to be a good friend to Hannah. She hoped maybe this would help them become friends.
"Your mom has it, too?" She asked, mulling over Andronika's words. "Interesting. Does your brother also have that?" She didn't know what to do--why was she smiling at her? Hannah never smiled unless it was a smirk, or she was relaxed with her dad as they looked at the stars together. She didn't even know if she could smile at someone else.
"Well no, she doesn't, but I have my ability to be able to do her job one day," she says, clarifying.
She shifted on her bed, since her feet were falling asleep and it wasn't comfortable with all the buzzing and prickling in her toes.
"And her job is...is finding peoples'...lovers?" She asked for clarification. "Oh, you did say she was the goddess of love or something."
"Exactly," she replied to both statements.
Andronika shifted so her head was hanging off the edge of the bed, blood and color rushed to her head and she enjoyed the funny feeling it gave her, until the headache got started.
Hannah quirked a brow at her and then started to laugh. "That makes you look kind of funny."
"Thanks," she said, sitting up again.
She waited till the blood cleared and her face wasn't fuzzy and soft from the blood rushing to her head. Then did it again, waiting longer this time.
Hannah chuckled a little louder. "But why are you doing that again, I said it looked funny, I don't think that's a compliment. You look ridiculous."
"It's fun, and I don't care about what you think about me frankly," she said smiling.
Andronkia was clearly passive aggressive, it was actually kinda rude what she had said, but done in a sweet and kind voice.
Hannah raised a brow and leaned back against her bed. "Well, that's fascinating," she quipped with an eye roll. "Though I suppose that's good, to be confident."
"Thanks," she said, she sat up, her head hurting.
She lay on her back letting the color disappear from her face, it was a fun feeling and she liked it.
